"What are you doing!?" Sky Lord roared.
If not for Silent Disaster's sudden departure, if he had been a step late, not only would Silent Disaster have died, even he himself would not have been able to escape! The thought of what would have happened if the other end of the door was still in the Red Mist Pond, or if he did not have the time to open the second Distortion Door made Hackzord break out in cold sweat.
But it was not any better now. Regardless of whether Mask was dead or not, the King would definitely find out. Even if he had nothing to do with the matter, it did not mean that he could escape. As long as the King requested to look through his memories, he would undoubtedly be placed in an extremely passive position!
It couldn't help but be enraged.
Previously, when Silent Disaster refused to help him, he thought that she was a calm and rational person. He never expected that after meeting Valkries, Serakkas's attitude would undergo such a drastic change —
That's not right, she is still calm and rational. That's why she left silently and did not explain her plan to him first — because she knew that he would stop her!
"Once Plan B is activated, the matter will be irreversible, and there is only one way to stop it." Silent Disaster's tone did not change, as though she did not care that she was just a hair's breadth away from death.
"Who said that's the only way? If we calm down and think about it … "
Hackzord's voice suddenly quieted down halfway through his sentence.
Is there really a better way?
Without Mask or the King knowing, to maintain the Deity of Gods in its original state … such a method might exist, but what about the time? In fact, ignoring the fact that it required a large amount of effort to set up a strategy, he had not even made up his mind if he wanted to do it.
Did she … see through it?
Hackzord's lips squirmed for a moment, but he could only change the topic.
"Why?"
Serakkas looked at him, as though she was waiting for him to ask further.
"This way, we will be standing on the opposite side of the King. The other senior lords will treat us as enemies. Furthermore … "Sky Lord paused for a moment." The humans might not let us off. "
"Because of the trade-offs," Serakkas replied simply.
"Trade-offs?"
"In my eyes, this problem isn't that difficult to choose." She turned and walked out — even though the control room was only left with half a wall and a crumbling door. "We can slowly think about the future, but Valkries cannot die like this."
What kind of answer was that … "Are you saying that Valkries is more important than the fate of the race?" Hackzord's tone sank. "I don't believe that's what it means. Are you sure that what you saw was really the Nightmare Lord and not a hoax set up by the humans? "
"No, it told me that for the sake of the race, sacrificing it is fine," Serakkas calmly replied. "This is my personal judgment."
"..." Sky Lord was momentarily at a loss for words.
The situation had become tricky.
Suddenly, a dull sound rolled over their heads. It seemed to come from beneath their feet, or perhaps from somewhere even deeper!
Amidst the continuous rumbling, the Deity of Gods actually trembled!
"What — what's going on?" Hackzord looked at the Red Mist Lake below the pit in surprise. He saw that the crystal-like lake was boiling, as if something was about to come out. The Birth Tower in the middle of the lake also emitted a faint glow.
He had never seen such a phenomenon in centuries.
But Sky Lord quickly saw an even more inconceivable scene — the magic power cores that should have been destroyed by the explosion were emitting a dazzling blue light. They gradually rose from the lake and flew towards the Birth Tower.
He was no stranger to them. Although their structure was extremely ingenious, and they were the only creations of the underground civilization that could change the form of magic power, their skeletons could be snapped with a single hand. They could not be considered as sturdy. The explosion from before had even sent the top of the Central Tower flying, so how could it only push the cores into the lake?
Serakkas's expression changed as well. She unsheathed her sword and ran a few steps forward before throwing the hilt with all her might!
The blade transformed into a stream of light and accurately struck one of the cores.
But the latter did not shatter, instead, it remained motionless. It was as though the sword had stabbed into an extremely sturdy object as it spun and was sent flying before falling into the churning lake.
"How can this be …" Serakkas muttered.
When the cores reached a certain distance from the Birth Tower, a flickering band of light appeared between the two, as though they had become one. It was the same for the other cores. At the moment when the four bands of light appeared, the four cores began to revolve around the Birth Tower, and the light emitted from the Birth Tower reached an extreme!
"Boom —"
The tremors intensified by several times, causing dust and gravel to fall from above. Many of the houses built beside the pit collapsed into the lake, and the Central Tower did not fare any better. The parts that were connected to the walls of the pit creaked as visible cracks began to spread across the tower.
Amidst the intense tremors, Hackzord felt an obvious sense of weight, as though something was pressing him to the ground.
The Deity of Gods was rising!
"Damn it, shouldn't this plan be activated only after the King arrives at the Fertile Plains?" Hackzord gritted his teeth. "How could he have made preparations so far in advance?"
Serakkas also sensed that something was amiss. The scene looked as though it had been planned for a long time.
"Could it be …" Hackzord stared at Silent Disaster for a moment before pulling her into the Distortion Door and returning to the bottom level of the Red Mist Pond. "Take off your armor!"
"…" Serakkas looked at him suspiciously, but did as she was told.
Sky Lord took out the five-colored magic stone and placed it in front of his eyes, only to see an indiscernible strand of "hair" mixed into the beam of light. It was so thin that it was difficult to distinguish if one did not deliberately observe it.
"Don't move!" Hackzord extended two fingers and pierced them into Silent Disaster's shoulder. The latter frowned but did not stop him. Very quickly, she pulled out a lump of flesh from her body. After separating from its host, this lump of flesh immediately stopped wriggling.
"Nassaupelle —" Silent Disaster clenched her fists! Without a doubt, Mask had placed the parasite into her wound while she was unconscious, but she did not react to it at all!
"So he already knew of our conversation, and even … your meeting with Valkries in the Realm of Mind." Hackzord threw the lump of flesh to the ground and stomped on it. "If that's the case, it can be explained why he made preparations in advance."
Serakkas ignored the wound on her shoulder and walked towards the door in large strides.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"I want to destroy the magic power core!"
"It's too late!" Hackzord bellowed. "You can see for yourself that the core is resonating with the Birth Tower. What can you do alone?"
After the adjustments, the device core was now one with the Birth Tower. Even if the two of them used all their strength, they would not be able to damage it, much less throw swords.
Even if a miracle happened, it would cause the Deity of Gods to completely lose control and plummet from the sky!
It could already see the worst outcome.
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